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Headed by a Snake

I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you. This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?) Give this book a read. I hope some of these stories can inspire you to fight your battles with analytical intelligence, heroic courage, and ruthless lethality. Work is completed as of 9May2024. There's also a few side-stories written in Chapter 1151! The Author is working on a new story called 'I Wish You Were Never Reborn.' After four or so years of writing, my skills have much improved. Highly recommend. Here is my discord: https://discord.gg/NNbAj7N Constructive criticism and corrections welcome. Other Authors extra-welcome. You can find a list of characters at https://snek.fandom.com/wiki/Character_List Cover image credit: Johnabrash at Fiverr

CouchSurfingDragon · Kỳ huyễn
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Voices

** Trigger warning: Depression, suicide. **

Ophelia Moonwell stirred awake. 

The voices had grown eerily silent-- which was a rarity. 

But in their place... 

Thirst. 

Hunger. 

The nagging and bothersome biological need to visit a chamberpot. 

Were those voices too? 

Were they as real as the others? 

Still, Ophelia also had other motivations.

...to stay in bed, in particular. 

She untwisted her blankets, burying her face into them. 

When was the last time they were washed? 

She didn't want to move.

She didn't want to get up. 

There were so many things she *needed* to do... tasks she'd put off for far too long. 

--but she was in no state to even begin. 

She hadn't bathed in weeks... weeks of time she'd spent mostly feeling sorry for herself. 

She was broken.

She lost her husband. Her best friend was dead. 

⊰ You didn't deserve them. ⊱